Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
lady Conscience, what shall we say to our estates, to whom shall we complain? O how shall we avridge such fates, as heapeth vp our paine? 'tis Lucar now that rules the rout, 'tis she is all in all, 'tis she that holds her head so stout, in fine 'tis she that works our fall. Oh Conscience, I fear, I fear a day, that we by her and Usury shall quite be cast away. Indeed I fear the worst, for every man doth sew and comes from countries strange and far, of her to have view. Although they ought to seek true Love and Conscience clear: but Love and Conscience few do like, that lean on Lucars chair. Men ought be ruled by us, we ought in them bear sway: so should each neighbour live by other in good estate always. For Lucar men come from Italy, Barbarie, Turkey, From jury: nay the Pagan himself, Endangers his body to gape for her pelf. They forsake mother, prince country, religion, kith and kin, Nay men care not what they forsake, so lady Lucar they win. That we poor ladies may sigh to see our states thus turned and tossed, and worse and worse is like to be, where Lucar rules the roast. You say the truth, yet God I trust will not admit it so, that Love and Conscience by Lucars lust shall catch an overthrow. Good ladies rest content, and you no doubt shall see them plagued with painful punishment for such their cruelty: And if true Love and Conscience live from Lucars lust lascivious, thou Fame a triple crown will give, which lasteth ay victorious. God grant that Conscience keep within the bounds of right, and that vile Lucar do not daunt her heart with deadly spite. And grant O God that Love be found in city, town & country, which causeth wealth and peace abound, and pleaseth God almighty. But Ladies, be't your pleasure to walk abroad a while, and recreate yourselves with measure your sorrows to beguile. Pass on good Fame, your steps do frame, on you we will attend, and pray to God that holds the rod, our states for to defend. Nay no less than a farmer, a right honest man, but my tongue cannot stay me to tell what I am: Nay, who is it that knows me not by my party coloured head? They may well think that see me, my honesty is fled. Tush, a fig for honesty, tut let that go. Sith men, women, and children my name and doings do know. My name is Dissimulation, and no base mind I bear, For my outward effects my inward zeal do declare: For men do dissemble with their wives, & their wives with them again, So that in the hearts of them I always remain: The child dissembles with his father, the sister with her brother, the maiden with her mistress, and the youngman with his lover, There is Dissimulation between neighbour and neighbour, friend and friend, one with another. Between the servant and his master, between brother and brother, then why make you it strange that ever you knew me, Seeing so often I range throughout every degree? But forget my baseness, i'll towards London as fast as I can, to get entertainment of one of the three Ladies, like an honest man.
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LAdie Conscience, what shall we say to our estates, to whom shall we complaine? O how shall we avridge such fates, as heapeth vp our paine? Tis Lucar now that rules the rout, tis she is all in all, is she that holds her head so stout, in fine tis she that works our fal. Oh Conscience, I feare, I feare a day, that we by her and Usurie shall quite be cast away. Indeed I feare the worst, for euerie man doth sew and comes from countreys strange and farre, of her to haue view. Although they ought to seeke true Loue and Conscience cleare: but Loue and Conscience few doo like, that eane on Lucars chaire. Men ought be rulde by vs, we ought in them beare sway: so should each neighbor liue by other in good estate alway. For Lucar men come from Italy, Barbarie, Turkie, From Iurie: nay the Pagan himselfe, Indangers his bodie to gape for her pelfe. They forsake mother, prince countrey, religion, kiffe and kin, Nay men care not what they forsake, so ladie Lucar they win. That we poore ladies may sigh te see our states thus turned and tost, and worse and worse is like to be, where Lucar rules the rost. You say the truth, yet God I trust will not admit it so, that Loue and Conscience by Lucars lust shall catch an ouerthrow. Good ladies rest content, and you no doubt shall see them plagud with painfull punishment for such their crueltie: And if true Loue and Conscience liue from Lucars lust lasciuious, thou Fame a triple crowne will giue, which lasteth ay victorious. God grant that Conscience keep within the bounds of right, and that vile Lucar doo not daunt her heart with deadly spight. And grant O God that Loue be found in citie, towne & countrie, which causeth wealth and peace abound, and pleaseth God almightie. But Ladies, ist your pleasure to walke abroad a while, and recreate your selues with measure your sorrowes to beguile. Passe on good Fame, your steps doo frame, on you we will attend, and pray to God that holds the rod, our states for to defend. Nay no lesse than a farmer, a right honest man, but my tong cannot stay me to tell what I am: Nay, who is it that knowes me not by my partie coloured head? They may well thinke that see me, my honestie is fled. Tush, a figge for honestie, tut let that go. Sith men, women, and children my name and doings do know. My name is Dissimulation, and no base mind I beare, For my outward effects my inward zeale do declare: For men do dissemble with their wiues, & their wiues with them again, So that in the hearts of them I alwaies remaine: The child dissembles with his father, the sister with her brother, the mayden with her mistris, and the yongman with his louer, There is Dissimulation betweene neighbor and neighbor, friend and friend, one with another. Betweene the seruant and his maister, betweene brother and brother, then why make you it strange that euer you knew me, Seeing so often I raunge throughout euery degree? But forget my basenes, ile towards London as fast as I can, to get entertainment of one of the three Ladies, like an honest man.